Garcia Songtext
von Hazelord

Palomino dreaming
Garcia started moving
Our lava ammo leave scratches on deers
Come back when your eyes start revolting

Facing the Atlantic
Know who you compete with
Whoever strikes the clouds I live within
Go back to the isle where they′ll hate me

And near the artificial valley
She got up to sit elsewhere
Foreign habits, thighs on the ground
Look around, the outlandish harms


Applaud our forsaking
Erratum poetry
Tomahawk hands will be shorties indeed
So high when you're back to get shaky

Violent and abiding
To the ropes on her skin
Now grow the thorns on a baby-sized wreath
And brash, back to life, will the God be

Palomino dreaming
Garcia started moving
Gone with the wind that brought cold to your teeth
Come back when your eyes start revolting
Come back when the light in you′s fading
Come back to a life more deserving